Neverwinter Forest lxxii. i'm a stone's throw from the mill

A beige ear flickered back at the sound of Keyni's voice, a smile crossing Lótë's lips as she drew to a halt and turned to face the coming silhouette of the willowish she-wolf. "Ilitannamek," the cloudberry lilted in greeting once her sister had closed the distance between them, reaching to touch her cheek against the other's in familiarity and affection. 

Her pace was slower now but she fell into step with Keyni cheerfully. "What have you been up to this morning?" came the herd-stalker's curious query.